Arouet.

Arouet.
_______

Of all the
Muses I
have met..

few compare
to Arouet..

That Once
Sweet Angel
from long ago.

(whom other
Cherubs won't
forget.)
_

Devil Kids
were scarce
to still..

the beating of
Her Restless
heart..

but soon learned
that she lacked
the will..

to deny their
Evil Art.
_

For Early upon
The Dawn of
Man,

when she was
but a blushing
Sprite,

She took a
Serpent in
Her Hands,

that kissed
her Soul with
Hell's Delight.

(and showed
her Endless
Night.)
_

After this
her ears
grew Deaf,

to the
Trumpets
Angels blew,

and Arouet
was drawn
to Death.

(becoming
The Devils
Favorite Muse.)
_

I see Her
in My Head
at Times,

mostly when
I think and fret,

of How to
Write a
Darker Rhyme.

(which other
Cherubs won't
forget.)
_

Crushing the
Serpent in
my hand,

Hell's
tongue licks
me on the
arm..

and it's Kiss
reminds me
I am MAN.

(whom Death
shall always
charm.)

j.stephen.h.